I’m certain that by now fatigue is ever her companion. The frail old girl has flown all the way from New York City. However, it’s already past the midnight hour. Begging pardon, my Lord, I know time, or the lack thereof, is uppermost in your mind. The corners of Bran’s mustached mouth twitched. Garreth tugged the large insignia ring off his finger and tossed it inside the topmost right hand drawer. They should arrive almost any time now, I think. Vaughn picked her up at the Liverpool International right on schedule. He closed the thick wooden door and made his way to the desk tucked inside the alcove at the back of the library.ĭid our latest epigrapher’s plane land on time? Garreth sat down and scooted his chair forward. Your powers of observation never cease to amaze me, Bran. Without relinquishing the black iron latch, Garreth turned to face his chamberlain and raised a brow.
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